Chapter 112

Nikolai POV

King doesn’t take my offer of letting me help him calm down. Instead, he just destroys the meeting room. I watch in tense silence, swirling a glass of whiskey, the sound of his fists slamming against the walls ringing in my ears.

Fuck. Every second we’re in here while Alyssa’s out there with him feels like a thousand knives twisting in my gut. But King? He’s on a rampage, tearing through the room like the fucking Hulk. Gray was right—King would’ve ended up arrested or killed out there, and I can’t lose him. The only reason I’m okay letting the woman I love be out there without us is because I know Gray and War aren’t going to let anything happen to her.

I cringe as King destroys Gray’s chair. Yeah, Gray’s not gonna love that, but it’s better than King pummeling Isaac like this in front of the cops.

We already know King’s never been one to have control over his emotions, but when it comes to Alyssa? It’s a hundred times worse.

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